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The teacher looked down at him in stunned surprise. Her nose wrinkled up in disgust. "Why, he's an Indian" she cried. "We don't take Indians in this school."

Kaneha wasn't quite sure she understood what her husband was saying. "What is this?" she asked in Kiowa.

"What do I have to know that fer?" Max asked.

Kaneha wasn't quite sure she understood what her husband was saying. "What is this?" she asked in Kiowa.

"A man should know them things," Sam said.

Max looked up at his father as Kaneha came to the table from the stove. He didn't know whether he was supposed to speak or not. He kept eating silently.

This was enough reason for Kaneha. "He will go," she said simply. Big knowledge meant big medicine. She went back to her stove.

"I signed you up for it," Sam said. "I paid ten dollars."

Sam pushed Max forward. Max stumbled slightly and looked up at the teacher. "Say howdy to yer teacher," Sam said.

The teacher looked down at him in stunned surprise. Her nose wrinkled up in disgust. "Why, he's an Indian" she cried. "We don't take Indians in this school."

Sam pushed Max forward. Max stumbled slightly and looked up at the teacher. "Say howdy to yer teacher," Sam said.

The next Monday, Sam brought Max over to the school. The teacher, an impoverished Southern lady, came to the door and smiled at Sam.

"Times is different now," Sam said. "When I was a boy, there warn't no need for such things. Now ever'thing is readin' or writin' "

Sam answered in the same language. "A source of big knowledge. Without it, our son can never be a great chief among the White Eyes."

"A man should know them things," Sam said.

This was enough reason for Kaneha. "He will go," she said simply. Big knowledge meant big medicine. She went back to her stove.

Sam answered in the same language. "A source of big knowledge. Without it, our son can never be a great chief among the White Eyes."

"Good morning, Mr. Sand," she said.

"You're goin'," Sam said, roaring suddenly. "I already made arrangements. You can sleep in the back of Olsen's Livery Stable durin' the week."

"I don't want to go."

"They were all at that meetin'," Sam said. "I didn't hear none of them say no."

The teacher looked at him, then at Max, then around the yard in front of the school cabin. "Where is he?" she asked in a puzzled voice.

"You don't," Max said with the peculiar logic of children. "And it don't bother you none."

The next Monday, Sam brought Max over to the school. The teacher, an impoverished Southern lady, came to the door and smiled at Sam.

Max, uncomfortable in his clean buckskin shirt and leggings, dug his bare feet into the dirt and spoke shyly. "Howdy, ma'am."

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